Most Humiliating Ways to Get Hurt

- When I was 16 I was finishing up an 8 mile run with our cross country team. Well, about 7.75 miles into the run there is a set of traintracks. I kind of had a runners high, so i decided that I was going to jump over one of the rails. Apparently my legs were more tired than I thought and I ended up catching my foot on the rail. I put my hand over to stop my fall and ended up slicing through my left hand on an extremely sharp/pointy rock. Ended up getting 12 stitches on the "outside" and 4 stitches on the inside of my hand. About the only somewhat cool thing about this, was that after it happened I just took my shirt off, wrapped my hand and finished the last quarter mile of the run while bleeding all over the place. Our coach was like WTF when he saw me.

- When I was 14 I had just finished up a day of dominating the basketball courts by home. I hopped on my bike and was riding back to my house with one of my friends (not even a quarter mile away), well, apparently I was not really paying attention, but I ran over something really sharp in the road and it flattened my tire. I went over the handlebars and ended up shielding my fall by putting my elbow out... well, the first thing it conneted with was the curb, my forehead connected with the sidewalk and to make things even worse... Apparently my right leg fell off the pedal and somehow the spokes ended up impailing the back of my calf. So yea, I immediately got up and the first time I took a step, there's blood shooting out from the back of my calf like a fountain. End result? Radial tip fracture of my elbow (sounds as painful as it was), concussion and 4-5 circular shaped scars in the back of my right calf that took years to go away. It was humilitating because when it first happened my buddy was laughing his *** off, then I got up and he saw that my elbow was broke and blood was shooting out of the back of my leg and he started freaking out, which alerted a bunch of people at the park (from the people still playing basketball to families enjoying picnics to everyone at the local pool), to run over and see what happened. Kind of embarassing to admit I flipped over the handlebars of my bike.

- When I was in 2nd or 3rd grade I was playing baseball (third base) and took a one hop line drive right to the d---. Of course I wasn't wearing a cup. It hurts still thinking about it.

I've done plenty of other humilitating things, but the three above were the ones in which I recieved the most physical damage.

I was about 15 at the time, visiting my dad for a few weeks during the summer months.

I had some of my friends over for a pool party & BBQ so we pretty much spent the entire day lapping up UV radiation and chlorine. We had plans to go to a house party later on that night - a friend of a friend's parents had gone away on vacation, so everyone brought a change of clothing and got ready at my dad's before heading out for the evening.

Anyway, I go to take a shower and notice how light headed I felt under the hot water. I remember thinking to myself, "Oh, this isn't good".
So I get out of the shower, open up the bathroom windows as wide as I could just to get some fresh air circulating through, wrapped a towel around me and lied on the bathroom floor with my feet propped up on the bathroom counter. A few minutes passed by (still conscious), I stand up, come out of the bathroom, walk down the hallway and from the top of the stairs yell for my friend Michelle to bring up a glass of water to me.

Apparently, she didn't hear me, but the boy I had crush on did.

As I looked down at him / he looked up at me, I pass out at the top of the stairs and come tumbling down.

The next thing I remember is waking up to his voice, "Bean, Bean, you okay? Should I phone your dad? Should we take you to the hospital"? I sat up (still in a daze), looked around when something white lying in the middle of the stairway caught my attention.
It was my towel.

And there I sat. Just me, my crush and the very little dignity I had left.

Anyway, at that time, my dad's stairway was carpeted which left me with this massive patch of rug burn on the side of my forehead, temple and down to the top of my cheek bone, my shoulder and one of my knees.

we were playing tennis and i got hit square in the Stephan Bonnar with a bouncing tennis ball...

it didn't hurt right away either so i was stood up and acted like a hard *** pretending it didn't hurt, then 2-3 seconds later i was on the ground on my knees in pain.. everything was fine, it was just one of those stinging pains and i remember the girls all looking at me grabbbing my balls and grimacing in pain

one time i was at a fight(in grade 10 ithink) and i was standing a little too close. one of the kids ran into me and i fell over onto a bike, the side of my knee had a massive chunk of flesh hanging out to the side, it was like cut in a U shape and i was able to open it like a fold. strangely didn't feel any pain. Wasn't super embarassing, its just that there was a fight and i wasn't even in it and im the only one who got injured.

it was like cut in a U shape and i was able to open it like a fold. strangely didn't feel any pain. Wasn't super embarassing, its just that there was a fight and i wasn't even in it and im the only one who got injured.

I just remembered that last year in gym class, I was throwing the football around with a couple of other guys. I looked to the side of me for a few seconds, and when I regained focus, the football hit me right in the nose, and even though I was still fully awake, I flopped to the ground like a dead fish.

Being 210 lbs, dealifting 600+ and huting your back setting down a 3 lb bucket of bolts at work on a zinc plating line where you regularly pull barrels weighing 1000+ down a tank line, I took s--- off that for 6 months from my co workers.

Saw a guy in gym a few years ago get on the bench press, put way too much weight on then loudly told his spotter "I'll tell you when I need help" to which he took the bar off and had it crash down on his chest pinning him in place. He managed to squeak out a "help" and it took the spotter and 2 others running over to get the weight off him. His spotter was laughing so hard he started choking. I laughed about that for the rest of the day.

Saw a guy in gym a few years ago get on the bench press, put way too much weight on then loudly told his spotter "I'll tell you when I need help" to which he took the bar off and had it crash down on his chest pinning him in place. He managed to squeak out a "help" and it took the spotter and 2 others running over to get the weight off him. His spotter was laughing so hard he started choking. I laughed about that for the rest of the day.